For Halloween I'm gonna be emotionally stable. No one's gonna know it's me.

You panic button collector. You clock of beautiful ticks. You run out the door if you need to. You flock to the front row of your own class. You feather everything until you know you can always, always shake like a leaf on my family tree and know you belong here. You belong here and everything you feel is okay. Everything you feel is okay.

I know a thousand things louder than a soldier's gun; I know the heartbeat of his mother.

Our insanity is not that we see people who aren’t there. It’s that we ignore the ones who are.

If a tree fell in the forest, and you were the only one there to hear it; if its fall to the ground didn’t make a sound, would you panic in fear that you didn’t exist, or would you bask in the bliss of your nothingness?

I don't believe we're hateful. I think mostly we're just asleep, but the math adds up the same.

Yesterday i carved your name into the surface of an ice cube then held it against my chest til it melted into my aching pores today i cried so hard the neighbors knocked on my door and asked if I wanted to borrow some sugar.